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I had a fabulous time in Clarksville this past weekend, although driving 9+ hours in <48 hours sorta kicked my ass.
Alex said "Aunt Dawn" on this trip, which is the first time I heard her say that. And Mike now keeps walking around the house saying, "Blueberries", which, even if you aren't Ben or Suz, you can guess what word that sounds like when a 2 year old says it. It's just so nice to hang out with the Higgs, and proves that 'I'm still me', when at times I don't trust that so much.
Today, on the drive home from work, it felt like fall. Which used to make me so happy, but these last few years, a bit melancholy b/c of it being when Gpa passed. And for some reason, it's glaring in my mind that tomorrow I would be 32 weeks preggers. Likely b/c I saw my old co-worker who's a couple weeks ahead of where I should've been...which sends me into a mental tirade of coulda, woulda, shoulda, which doesn't do any good. So I cried a bit, and a bit more to Mike when I got home. Sometimes I think I'm depressed again, other times I think I'm hormonally imbalanced still (which is likely true).
Then I bounce back...I was just listening to the Blackeyed Peas, which according to Suz & Ben's DirectTV closed captioning is the "Plaque Eyed 53's"...which I find HILARIOUS. OH, and I heard London Bridge 4 times on the way home.
You would think, driving through the smackdamnmiddle of Kentucky, the radio stations would blow, but they were actually pretty good. Except for not being able to avoid London Bridge. I also scored major brownie points w/Mike for bringing back the Dunkin' Donuts.
And, while driving through Elizabethtown, I had to put on Fleetwood Mac's Lookin' Out for Love, which if you've seen that movie, is timely.
Time to enjoy Monday night TV premieres in my tank and flannel pants...and look for minivacation ideas for me and Mom.
So, welcome to my world. Happy, sad, fake happy, reflective, pensive, and overall, coping. Stir briskly, then repeat.
Alex said "Aunt Dawn" on this trip, which is the first time I heard her say that. And Mike now keeps walking around the house saying, "Blueberries", which, even if you aren't Ben or Suz, you can guess what word that sounds like when a 2 year old says it. It's just so nice to hang out with the Higgs, and proves that 'I'm still me', when at times I don't trust that so much.
Today, on the drive home from work, it felt like fall. Which used to make me so happy, but these last few years, a bit melancholy b/c of it being when Gpa passed. And for some reason, it's glaring in my mind that tomorrow I would be 32 weeks preggers. Likely b/c I saw my old co-worker who's a couple weeks ahead of where I should've been...which sends me into a mental tirade of coulda, woulda, shoulda, which doesn't do any good. So I cried a bit, and a bit more to Mike when I got home. Sometimes I think I'm depressed again, other times I think I'm hormonally imbalanced still (which is likely true).
Then I bounce back...I was just listening to the Blackeyed Peas, which according to Suz & Ben's DirectTV closed captioning is the "Plaque Eyed 53's"...which I find HILARIOUS. OH, and I heard London Bridge 4 times on the way home.
You would think, driving through the smackdamnmiddle of Kentucky, the radio stations would blow, but they were actually pretty good. Except for not being able to avoid London Bridge. I also scored major brownie points w/Mike for bringing back the Dunkin' Donuts.
And, while driving through Elizabethtown, I had to put on Fleetwood Mac's Lookin' Out for Love, which if you've seen that movie, is timely.
Time to enjoy Monday night TV premieres in my tank and flannel pants...and look for minivacation ideas for me and Mom.
So, welcome to my world. Happy, sad, fake happy, reflective, pensive, and overall, coping. Stir briskly, then repeat.